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May 2014
The dog, she sleeps,
the fish, he keeps
                           me within reach of the fishbowl,
three pellets twice a day and the Beta does not have
to lay a beating down, on my weary and worn crown,
of hair requiring a cut real soon, I'd do it my self but
then I'd look like a baboon, so don't ape me on
                                                  or it might spawn,
ill advised humour, from my son's, an Aveda
professional hair stylist, point of view,
"don't go out in public like that" and "tell them it wasn't me"
and "stop using a fishbowl to cut your hair for free"
Joe the Beta is fine, no fish or hair stylist were harmed in the making of this, as well no benefit was derived for mentioning, either Joe or my son the hairstylist.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
586
   Nat Lipstadt, --- and bex
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